Page 22 of Bratva Beast

“You’re the man who saved me from my mother’s hell of her own making. The man who came home covered in blood that night, and the man who came to get me when I needed you. Yeah. I’m okay with who you are, Cynric. And just so we’re clear. You’re mine.”

My head explodes at her comment as she sashays back into our bedroom. Her naked ass beckoning me to follow. For once in my life, I do exactly what she suggested, and I engross myself in the present. I’m going to wrap myself around her after I punish her with my cock once again and fall into a blissful sleep.

ISABELLA

I cringe as I walk into the hospital the following morning. I had two classes before my shift started. My body hurts, and people are going to gawk and ask questions. I left Cynric in his office as Saxon drove me to work and walked me inside. The volunteer at the reception desk pointed to my face and started to ask until Saxon growled. He won’t be around all day, so I hope my excuse holds up. Papa’s hacker set up plane tickets and an UBER ride to the airport for Russell. People will ask questions in three weeks when he’s scheduled to return. I shrug. He deserved whatever horrible death he received at the hands of the bratva.

“Izzy?”

I turn to see Annette running toward me. “You’ll be thrilled to know Russell is on vacation.”

My smile is slow to peak. I don’t want to appear like I knew this before she told me. “Really? Was it on the schedule?”

She shrugs. “No. Admin is pissed.”

“Well, alright! How long is he going to be gone?”

“Three weeks according to the email he sent after work last night.”

Good old Fingers, setting the stage for a perfect scenario. “Maybe he’ll find the wrong person to annoy and end up in some remote prison.” I put my stuff in my locker and close the door. “Where’d he go, anyway?”

“Mexico.”

We both burst out laughing. I bump my elbow into her side. “That’s as good a place as any for him to get into trouble.”

Annette nods. “Exactly.”

We walk out of the lounge and she scrutinizes my face, pointing. “What happened?”

I roll my eyes. “There’s a swinging door at the place I’m staying. The housekeeper swung it into my face.”

She nods. “Looks like it hurts.”

“No more than my pride for letting it happen.”

Annette leads us down the hall and discusses the patients on our board.

Five hours later, I’m standing in the hallway next to the male resident surgeon. This is my short day, and I should have been out of here before now. He hates all of us. Dr. Allen is old for a resident, and long-winded. “I’m aware Dr. Firth thinks you’re the best student, but I don’t give med students opportunities in surgery.”

I nod. You won’t give anyone an opportunity to outshine you. I steel my face, but it’s difficult. My back is tired, and my face aches. I ease my head to peer into the lounge. The clock reads after five, and I can’t help myself from sighing.

“Pay attention.”

“I am, Dr. Allen.”

He opens his mouth and closes it as I hear footsteps behind me. I recognize those steps. Cynric. Annette is walking up from the other corridor, and she picks up her pace as Cynric comes into view. For a man who hid out for years, he’s definitely made his reappearance. Annette swoons as she stares, her smile dipping as he steps to my side and slips his arm around my shoulders.

“Good evening, Isabella.”

I can’t help but smile at his low timber. “Hello.”

He stares at the resident as his eyes track Cynric’s scar. His brow lifts as he scrutinizes the wound. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

I nod at Dr. Allen. “Dr. Allen. This is Cynric Bravikov. Cynric. Dr. Allen.”

The doctor extends his hand to Cynric as he accepts his hand. I can see the wheels spinning in the resident’s mind.

Annette steps up to our group. “Hi.”

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